Izzy
Intro (Izzy's P.O.V)
I layed there...motionless...thinking. What have I done to deserve all this? I had bruises all over me. I had scratches and possibly a few scars. I couldn't move. I just stared at the wall. I am in a coma... It was frightening. It was like a nightmare... I thought about my past. Why is this happening to me? I'm a good person... or at least I try to be. I hate my life. I just hate this. I am miserable. Why me? Why do I have to live like this? I should've seen this coming. He never seemed like the right one for me. He tensed up when I'd hold his hand or kiss him. He wasn't encouraging and he didn't care if I was upset or hurt. He always seemed "awkward" around me. I wondered what was running through his mind right now. Did he feel guilty for doing what he did to me? I sure hope so...